BDSM Baptism: King Noire and Milo Skye
Oct 1, 2021
The shower hisses hot against Milo Skye's fishnet bodysuit, water beading down the curve of her ass before slipping straight between her legs. Hands braced on cold tile, she arches. King Noire's palm cracks across that wet, round flesh, the sting echoing off the walls. He clips a heavy chain collar around her throat, metal biting into skin. The fishnet comes off in one sharp tug and he swings it, dripping, right back at her ass, slap after slap. The flogger follows, thick tails snapping across both cheeks until they're burning red. Milo drops to her knees, tits lifted for punishment, and King lays into them, hard, until her nipples glow. Then she takes his thick black cock in her mouth, lips stretched, throat working. Later they're in the tub, rose petals floating like blood on the surface. King buries his face between her thighs, tongue deep in her pussy while petals cling to her skin. He stands, bends her, and drives in from behind, each thrust slamming her forward. When she cums he presses a single rose between her lips, then paints her face with his load. They trade a slow, messy kiss and sink back into the warm water, spent.
BDSM Baptism: King Noire and Milo Skye
Oct 1, 2021
The shower hisses hot against Milo Skye's fishnet bodysuit, water beading down the curve of her ass before slipping straight between her legs. Hands braced on cold tile, she arches. King Noire's palm cracks across that wet, round flesh, the sting echoing off the walls. He clips a heavy chain collar around her throat, metal biting into skin. The fishnet comes off in one sharp tug and he swings it, dripping, right back at her ass, slap after slap. The flogger follows, thick tails snapping across both cheeks until they're burning red. Milo drops to her knees, tits lifted for punishment, and King lays into them, hard, until her nipples glow. Then she takes his thick black cock in her mouth, lips stretched, throat working. Later they're in the tub, rose petals floating like blood on the surface. King buries his face between her thighs, tongue deep in her pussy while petals cling to her skin. He stands, bends her, and drives in from behind, each thrust slamming her forward. When she cums he presses a single rose between her lips, then paints her face with his load. They trade a slow, messy kiss and sink back into the warm water, spent.
